CastleLand Big Bang - State of Delirium [FanFic]
Title: State of Delirium
Author: penelope_ziva
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,046
Summary: When Detective Beckett receives a phone call from someone claiming to be a character in one of Castle's books, life begins to get rather interesting...
Disclaimer: I do not own Castle. Unfortunately. If I did the finale would have been different. Very different.
Author's Notes: Thank you to my awesome beta hazel_eyes_86!
Beckett gasped at the pain as she moved to try to find her phone. It was there somewhere… it had to be! Tears blurred her vision as she fumbled with her pockets to find her cell phone… finally her hand knocked against it and with weak fingers she dialled three digits on the keypad.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
14 Hours Earlier
“Good morning, Detective,” Castle exclaimed cheerily, handing her a coffee with a flourish. Beckett smiled and took the hot, caffeinated drink from him.
“Thank you,” she said gratefully. She had had four hours sleep, due to a successful stake-out, which although excellent in the respect that they’d caught the perpetrator it was absolutely awful if you wanted to feel at all like a human being the next day. Sitting down at her desk, she logged on to her account and opened up her emails. Just as she was about to delete her junk emails, her phone rang.
Lifting the receiver, she said, “Detective Beckett.”
Castle watched as her expression changed from a tired one to an alert, worried one. She beckoned Ryan over and signalled for him to trace the call.
“Sir, I understand you perfectly,” Beckett answered the caller, “but it would be beneficial
to both of us if we could speak in person.”
Ryan and Esposito exchanged worried glances. Castle looked between the three detectives, trying to think of what the mysterious caller could be saying that would make Beckett so concerned.
“Wait -” Beckett sighed and slammed the phone down. “Damn it!”
She hit the table with her fist as Ryan shook his head. “I couldn’t get a trace. Who was it?”
“Some guy calling himself Niall Coleman,” Beckett said, and then realization dawned on both her face and Castle’s.
“When It Comes To Slaughter!” both exclaimed at the same time, leaving Ryan and Esposito to try to work out what they were talking about.
“You have a good memory, Beckett,” Castle smirked but Beckett glared at him before explaining to Ryan and Esposito.
“Niall Coleman is a psychopathic serial killer in Castle’s book,” she told them and Ryan chuckled.
“Fan girl,” he said under his breath, earning himself a subtle yet painful kick in the shin from Beckett. Esposito grinned.
“What did he do?” Esposito asked Castle.
“In my book?” Castle checked and Esposito nodded. “Niall Coleman is a bank worker and he sets about to murder rich women who have scorned him.”
“And, as our kind caller didn’t fail to mention, he begun with his ex-wife,” Beckett added, turning back to her computer. Typing in STATEWIDE: FEMALE and DECEASED and DIVORCED she hit search.
0 Search Results
Beckett pursed her lips and her fingers hung over the keys on the keyboard.
“The woman won’t be a divorcee,” Castle said and Beckett glanced up. “This guy doesn’t have a life like Niall Coleman. He thinks he is Niall Coleman. He’s probably delusional.”
Beckett sighed. “But to do a state-wide search for deceased females is going to come up with too many results.”
“Try unsolved cases?” Esposito suggested, heading back towards his desk. Ryan followed suit. Soon, all three detectives were trying various search parameters.
“What if the body hasn’t been found yet?” Castle suggested, but was quiet after Beckett glared at him.
“What else did the guy say to you, Beckett?” Ryan asked her.
“’Hello Detective Beckett. It’s nice to finally speak to you. I have a gift for you. My name is Niall Coleman and I work at the Bank of New York. I killed someone. For you. As a present. I hope you like it. Do you understand me?’” Beckett repeated the man’s words as well as she could and grimaced.
“Creepy,” Ryan answered.
“But not very informative,” Castle sighed and tapped his fingers on his temples.
“I’ve got it!” Esposito exclaimed, staring at two names on the screen. Beckett was at his side in a heartbeat,
Daniela Atherton
Rowan Quinn
She stared at the names and at their respective information.
“Two possible victims,” she called out to Castle and Ryan. “Daniela Atherton, rich, recently married to Lawson Atherton. She was found with her throat cut and her credit cards in pieces around her in a dumpster in an alley off Third Avenue with all the money from her purse missing. Then there’s Rowan Quinn, wealthy businesswoman, engaged to Riley Franklin, beaten to death and her purse was stolen.”
“Daniela’s our victim,” Castle announced and Beckett looked at him questioningly.
“Oh? How’s that?” she asked.
“It sounds right. The Rowan Quinn murder sounds more like a robbery than a delusional killing of someone you thought was your ex-wife. And also, Niall Coleman is jealous of his ex because she took him for all his money in their divorce settlement. So the whole shredding of her credit cards seems… fitting,” Castle shrugged at Beckett expression. “The man is a delusional psychopath.”
One hour later, Beckett and Castle pulled up at the three day old crime scene.
“Detective Beckett, NYPD,” Beckett flashed her badge to the policeman on duty, who held up the tape for her to go under. “He’s with me.”
She added the second part so the man would let Castle through. Castle grinned at the man before ducking under the tape and joining Beckett on the inside of the yellow border.
“Gruesome,” Castle commented at all the blood on the ground. Ryan and Esposito were back at the precinct getting all the evidence and the crime scene photos and also having the body sent to Lanie.
Beckett knelt down on the ground and tried to think about what could have happened. Daniela Atherton probably hadn’t had any idea of what was happening until the bastard cut her throat.
“This is definitely -” Castle began, before he was cut off by the ringing of Beckett’s cell phone. She answered the call.
“Detective Beckett,” she spoke into the receiver and her face froze.
“I see you found my gift, Detective Beckett,” the voice sounded gleeful. “Now you have proved yourself of sufficient intelligence for me, I would be pleased to take you up on that offer you mentioned earlier.”
Beckett opened her mouth to speak, but the man continued.
“South William Street, eight o’clock tonight,” he told her. “Come alone.”
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Author: penelope_ziva
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,046
Summary: When Detective Beckett receives a phone call from someone claiming to be a character in one of Castle's books, life begins to get rather interesting...
Disclaimer: I do not own Castle. Unfortunately. If I did the finale would have been different. Very different.
Author's Notes: Thank you to my awesome beta hazel_eyes_86!
Beckett gasped at the pain as she moved to try to find her phone. It was there somewhere… it had to be! Tears blurred her vision as she fumbled with her pockets to find her cell phone… finally her hand knocked against it and with weak fingers she dialled three digits on the keypad.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
14 Hours Earlier
“Good morning, Detective,” Castle exclaimed cheerily, handing her a coffee with a flourish. Beckett smiled and took the hot, caffeinated drink from him.
“Thank you,” she said gratefully. She had had four hours sleep, due to a successful stake-out, which although excellent in the respect that they’d caught the perpetrator it was absolutely awful if you wanted to feel at all like a human being the next day. Sitting down at her desk, she logged on to her account and opened up her emails. Just as she was about to delete her junk emails, her phone rang.
Lifting the receiver, she said, “Detective Beckett.”
Castle watched as her expression changed from a tired one to an alert, worried one. She beckoned Ryan over and signalled for him to trace the call.
“Sir, I understand you perfectly,” Beckett answered the caller, “but it would be beneficial
to both of us if we could speak in person.”
Ryan and Esposito exchanged worried glances. Castle looked between the three detectives, trying to think of what the mysterious caller could be saying that would make Beckett so concerned.
“Wait -” Beckett sighed and slammed the phone down. “Damn it!”
She hit the table with her fist as Ryan shook his head. “I couldn’t get a trace. Who was it?”
“Some guy calling himself Niall Coleman,” Beckett said, and then realization dawned on both her face and Castle’s.
“When It Comes To Slaughter!” both exclaimed at the same time, leaving Ryan and Esposito to try to work out what they were talking about.
“You have a good memory, Beckett,” Castle smirked but Beckett glared at him before explaining to Ryan and Esposito.
“Niall Coleman is a psychopathic serial killer in Castle’s book,” she told them and Ryan chuckled.
“Fan girl,” he said under his breath, earning himself a subtle yet painful kick in the shin from Beckett. Esposito grinned.
“What did he do?” Esposito asked Castle.
“In my book?” Castle checked and Esposito nodded. “Niall Coleman is a bank worker and he sets about to murder rich women who have scorned him.”
“And, as our kind caller didn’t fail to mention, he begun with his ex-wife,” Beckett added, turning back to her computer. Typing in STATEWIDE: FEMALE and DECEASED and DIVORCED she hit search.
0 Search Results
Beckett pursed her lips and her fingers hung over the keys on the keyboard.
“The woman won’t be a divorcee,” Castle said and Beckett glanced up. “This guy doesn’t have a life like Niall Coleman. He thinks he is Niall Coleman. He’s probably delusional.”
Beckett sighed. “But to do a state-wide search for deceased females is going to come up with too many results.”
“Try unsolved cases?” Esposito suggested, heading back towards his desk. Ryan followed suit. Soon, all three detectives were trying various search parameters.
“What if the body hasn’t been found yet?” Castle suggested, but was quiet after Beckett glared at him.
“What else did the guy say to you, Beckett?” Ryan asked her.
“’Hello Detective Beckett. It’s nice to finally speak to you. I have a gift for you. My name is Niall Coleman and I work at the Bank of New York. I killed someone. For you. As a present. I hope you like it. Do you understand me?’” Beckett repeated the man’s words as well as she could and grimaced.
“Creepy,” Ryan answered.
“But not very informative,” Castle sighed and tapped his fingers on his temples.
“I’ve got it!” Esposito exclaimed, staring at two names on the screen. Beckett was at his side in a heartbeat,
Daniela Atherton
Rowan Quinn
She stared at the names and at their respective information.
“Two possible victims,” she called out to Castle and Ryan. “Daniela Atherton, rich, recently married to Lawson Atherton. She was found with her throat cut and her credit cards in pieces around her in a dumpster in an alley off Third Avenue with all the money from her purse missing. Then there’s Rowan Quinn, wealthy businesswoman, engaged to Riley Franklin, beaten to death and her purse was stolen.”
“Daniela’s our victim,” Castle announced and Beckett looked at him questioningly.
“Oh? How’s that?” she asked.
“It sounds right. The Rowan Quinn murder sounds more like a robbery than a delusional killing of someone you thought was your ex-wife. And also, Niall Coleman is jealous of his ex because she took him for all his money in their divorce settlement. So the whole shredding of her credit cards seems… fitting,” Castle shrugged at Beckett expression. “The man is a delusional psychopath.”
One hour later, Beckett and Castle pulled up at the three day old crime scene.
“Detective Beckett, NYPD,” Beckett flashed her badge to the policeman on duty, who held up the tape for her to go under. “He’s with me.”
She added the second part so the man would let Castle through. Castle grinned at the man before ducking under the tape and joining Beckett on the inside of the yellow border.
“Gruesome,” Castle commented at all the blood on the ground. Ryan and Esposito were back at the precinct getting all the evidence and the crime scene photos and also having the body sent to Lanie.
Beckett knelt down on the ground and tried to think about what could have happened. Daniela Atherton probably hadn’t had any idea of what was happening until the bastard cut her throat.
“This is definitely -” Castle began, before he was cut off by the ringing of Beckett’s cell phone. She answered the call.
“Detective Beckett,” she spoke into the receiver and her face froze.
“I see you found my gift, Detective Beckett,” the voice sounded gleeful. “Now you have proved yourself of sufficient intelligence for me, I would be pleased to take you up on that offer you mentioned earlier.”
Beckett opened her mouth to speak, but the man continued.
“South William Street, eight o’clock tonight,” he told her. “Come alone.”
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